Sunday Snog – Sweet Spot

Sunday Snog

Sweet SpotIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! Last week I shared my first snog from Sweet Spot, my f/f erotic romance novella which is part of the Raw Talent series. It’s due for release on the 18th June, and is up for pre-order now. This week’s snog follows on directly from last week’s.

Spoiled for choice, I knew I had to make a decision fast, before I ruined this seriously sexy Sapphic moment. Finally, my brain kicked in and I remembered that, given I had two hands, I could do two of those things. Seriously, what was it about this woman that made me into a brainless idiot? Shifting one hand up her body, I slotted it beneath the thick mane of wet hair that hung down her back and grabbed her neck, pulling her mouth harder onto mine. We groaned together, the sound nearly lost in each other and the hot water that still poured onto us.

I sneaked my free hand eagerly downward, spreading my fingers wide, ready to grab that gorgeous flesh. When I finally did, I thought I might expire with pleasure. The bum I’d spent a great deal of time checking out was amazing. Firm and yet not too hard, still deliciously feminine and eminently squeezable. I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks and explore.

I told myself that there was no rush. She’d said this wasn’t just about sex, which implied this wouldn’t be a one-off, wouldn’t be a sole incident that I’d relive again and again while I laid in bed, my hand crammed between my thighs. I hoped more than anything that she meant it, meant that she didn’t just want me for sex. Though even if that weren’t the case, it was shaping up to be a spectacular first and last time.

Growing braver, I shifted the hand that was on Nadia’s buttock into her crack, delving between those perfect globes in search of the prize. The hot, slick, prize. And God, was it hot and slick. There was no denying her arousal—my fingertips were immediately coated in her juices and I wanted more than anything to put them in my mouth and taste her. But that would mean breaking the kiss. Later—I could taste her later.

You can get your hands on Sweet Spot here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Her Secret Past by Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse)

Her Secret PastTotally Bound Exclusive release: 16thMay

General release: 13th June.

A past she wants to forget, a secret that will change everything and a hunky guy who should have known better.

It’s no secret that Katrina Quinn has been caught having an affair with her hunky co-star. Hounded by the press she has escaped to Yorkshire, England and the remote seclusion of Copse Cottage. It’s a house packed full of junk and memories—far too much for one woman to handle.

For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.

A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of domestic violence and bullying.

 

View the book trailer here:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/her-secret-past-video-trailer

 

Excerpt:

At first I really did think I was hallucinating. There was probably more alcohol in my blood than was really wise for a man driving and planning a lot of heavy lifting for the day. But she didn’t move, she was still there after I blinked a few times and pushed my trolley closer.

“No way, it can’t be,” I exclaimed.

She looked up, startling blue eyes staring fixedly at me.

“Dear God, it is, it really is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m babbling but I can’t believe you’re here!”

A teenaged Belieber had nothing on me. I was in complete fandom meltdown.

“It is you, isn’t it? You’re Katrina Quinn, aren’t you?”

She nodded hesitantly.

“Well, bugger me. I can’t believe it. What on earth are you doing here?” I asked, mouth agog.

She didn’t answer, just stared at me and I just babbled on.

“Of course, you don’t want to tell me, it’s none of my business. Sorry, sorry. I’m just so surprised. Now, look, I’m sure you’re fed up with this kind of thing, but could I get your autograph?”

I patted my pockets, pulled out a trusty business card and a pen.

“Can you sign it to Ryan, please? That’d be cool. I don’t suppose I could have a photo with you…”

Her fingers brushed mine as I passed her the pen, and I felt like a deflating balloon, out of control and violently shrinking. Well, apart from one particular part of my body. Dear God, her touch was potent.

“No, no photo,” she stuttered.

“Of course, no worries, just thought it was worth asking, you know, to prove I’ve really met you.”

She wasn’t very talkative but that didn’t bother me. I was babbling enough myself to keep up her end of the conversation too.

“I can’t be seen in a photo with you,” she exclaimed, rudely.

“No, fair enough, fair enough.” It was incredibly early in the morning, no wonder she was blunt.

“There you go.” She pressed the card back into my hand.

Her skin was so soft and pale, her fingers warm and dainty. I imagined them around my cock for a moment then shook myself from the fantasy.

“Thanks so much.” I couldn’t meet her eye—my cock was so hard and my mind so filled with wanting to fuck her I was scared of letting her see what a pervert I was. “Really, this is awesome. I better let you get on with your shopping.”

“Yes, thanks, Ryan. Have a nice day.” Her accent was heavily American, which surprised me. I knew she’d lived in the US for a good long while but I’d imagined a Yorkshire accent would take a lot of losing!

“Thanks and bye.” I waved like a complete idiot.

She waved back and I walked away. Looking over my shoulder I noticed she was taller than I’d imagined. Her curves were no less attractive, though. Especially her arse, which was perfectly cupped in a pair of faded jeans. What I’d give to do the cupping…

 

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Sunday Snog – Sweet Spot

Sunday Snog

Sweet SpotIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m moving onto something new. I’ve shared lots of snogs from Stately Pleasuresbut now I have a ton of new releases coming up, I’ll share some lip-to-lip action from them. First up is a snog from Sweet Spot, my f/f erotic romance novella which is part of the Raw Talent series. It’s due for release on the 18th June, and is up for pre-order now.

“I was going to town on your delectable tits and remembered that we haven’t even kissed yet.” She paused. “Would you like to?”

“Like to? Kiss?” It seemed like such a stupid question that I couldn’t help repeating it. I nodded frantically.
She moved her face close to mine and said huskily, “I was hoping you’d say that. Or nod it, anyway.” A short laugh and she was right there, grown blurry, and I closed my eyes before they crossed and made me look like a total moron. As a result, I didn’t know how long I had until her mouth touched mine.

It was barely a second. A whisper of breath across the delicate skin, then soft, wet lips contacted mine. I still wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t dreaming. Me and Nadia naked and soapy together in a shower…it was like my favorite sexual fantasies come true.

Then my capability for thinking was removed. Because, at the same time her tongue sought access to my mouth, her right hand skated down my body and insinuated itself between my thighs. Working in tandem, her hand and her tongue teased me, tantalized me, stroking, caressing, penetrating. I was so bowled over by the situation that it took a while to realize that I was behaving like a doll—just standing there and letting her do her thing. I mentally shook myself. Come on, Virginia, don’t make this smokin’ hot woman regret her decision to come on to you. You’re not a damn virgin, so get your head out of your arse and reciprocate, enjoy the moment.

My mind made up, I moved my arms from where they’d hung limply at my sides and slipped them around Nadia’s body. It was all so new, so exciting. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to do next, more that I couldn’t decide. Did I grab the back of her neck, pull her closer and deepen the kiss? Or did I get a handful of the buttocks I’d admired for so long and see if they felt as good as they looked? And what about her breasts?

You can get your hands on Sweet Spot here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

My Sexy Saturday #24 – A Sexy Thing #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy thing. Enjoy this snippet from Stately Pleasures, my M/F/M BBW BDSM erotic romance novel.

He looked incredibly confused until she grabbed the waistband of her thong and began to wriggle madly. He took the hint and lifted her thighs, helping her as she pulled the material past her ample bottom, then placed her gently back down on the worktop before batting her hands away and dragging the underwear down her legs and dropping them on the floor.

Alice gave a bashful giggle. ‘Thanks. They were in the way. Now, where were we?’

Ethan said nothing. Instead, he captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss, meaning she couldn’t see what else he was doing. And that happened to be pushing his long, thick cock between her fattened pussy lips, seeking her entrance and inching inside. She moaned into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on – suddenly he went from sliding gradually into her slick cunt to gripping her hips and burying himself balls-deep inside her in one desperate movement.

Alice couldn’t help the prolonged moan she made. She was plenty lubricated, so the sudden invasion of Ethan’s cock hadn’t hurt, but it had sure surprised her. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, and she squeezed her pelvic floor muscles almost violently, savouring the feeling of the hardness inside her, and smirking against his lips when he groaned.

Jerking her hips impatiently, Alice was delighted when Ethan started to move inside her. He shifted deliberately, rolling his pelvis so his pubic bone stimulated her clit with each movement. She showed her pleasure at his efforts by sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it gently as his tongue flicked around her top lip, tickling the sensitive skin. She giggled, reaching her hands around to get a handful of Ethan’s arse. Just because she couldn’t see the goods right now didn’t mean she shouldn’t enjoy them.

And enjoy them she did. As was fitting for a man with his physique, his bum was firm and strong, and the way the muscles flexed as he thrust into her felt totally divine beneath her fingers. She pulled at him, urging him deeper, harder, and pulled away from his mouth with a gasp as he complied, holding on to her tightly so she wouldn’t slip away as he fucked her ferociously on her kitchen counter. Soon to be ex-kitchen counter.

The fact she’d been celibate for heaven knew how long, combined with her not inconsiderable attraction to Ethan and his obvious skills in the bedroom – well, kitchen – department meant her orgasm approached quickly. Digging her fingernails into his buttocks in the dizzy heights of lust, she yelped as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. She hadn’t thought it was possible, and half-wondered if the room would soon be filled with the scent of burning rubber. A laugh bubbled from her lips.

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Lucy x


Poster Boy for Average by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)

PBFA_quote1Blurb:

Indie photographer and book cover artist Aubrey Singleton is living up to her last name. A long summer at the lake has cured her of her recent breakup, and she’s embracing life as a single woman. What she’s not prepared for is to come back home to find she has a handsome new single neighbor.

Mike Sykes is a roofer—though he’s afraid of heights—a father of two and recently divorced. Oh and one might classify him as smoking hot.

The photographer in Aubrey is smitten, the single woman in her is breathless. She’s ready to make Mike a star—on book covers and, though she’s wary of a broken heart, in her life. He’s not so sure. Mike sees himself as a life complication due to his younger son’s illness, and not hot by a long shot. In fact, he thinks he’s the poster boy for average.

But a “business” trip to Key West, rife with hunky models, sets a backdrop for a shot at true love…

Buy Links:

Ellora’s Cave | Amazon UK | Amazon US | All Romance eBooks

 

Poster Boy For AverageExcerpt:

They rounded Deerhorn Avenue and Aubrey turned left toward home. She could feel her pulse pounding heavily in her temples. She should never have thought to mix running and attraction. Not her smartest move.

“Not really. I haven’t had sex in eight months. I think a man full of himself would probably be having a lot more.”

She almost tripped, swayed on her feet and reached out blindly for support. He clasped her hand and steadied her.

“Did I surprise you?”

“Yeah. A bit. But…why would you tell me that?” she asked. “Most men I know would die first before copping to that.”

“Why’s that? It just means I made a choice.”

They were standing in the street, staring at each other. Aubrey wasn’t entirely sure when that had happened. She also became extremely aware that his hand was still on her elbow.

“Well, you’re not alone. I made a choice too. And ya know…why not tell a person I just met, right?”

“I told you because I’m flirting with you,” Mike said.

That shut her up. Few things did. Bradlee would be overjoyed.

“Is that wise?”

“Flirting with you or copping to it? Or both?”

“I just mean…we live next door to each other. What if it were to be a colossal disaster?”

“That would only happen if you were flirting with me too, Aubrey. Were you?” The pressure of his hand on her elbow increased just enough to quicken her heart.

“No! I mean, not really…” He stared at her with those pale-blue eyes. “Okay, maybe some. Just a bit.”

Hi gaze grew more heated and she felt it in her belly. Remembered the dream of him making her come. The image made her blush—she could feel it.

He touched her cheek. “I’m glad. Even if it was just a bit.”

She swallowed hard. “Maybe a little more than just a bit.”

He leaned in and her body seemed to tingle with electricity. “Even better.”

She was hot and sweaty and probably gross to look at, and yet all she wanted in the world was for him to kiss her. It was enough to make her feel a little lightheaded.

“I’d kiss you,” he said, plucking the thought from her mind. “But you look terrified.”

“I do?”

“You do. Is it because we’re neighbors and we get along and you want to take naked pictures of me?” Poster Boy for Average 33

She stood straight, giving an offended little cry. “Not naked!”

“Just trying to see if you’re paying attention.”

 

About the Author:

Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Poster Boy for Average, The Accidental Cougar, Lost in You, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

Dungeon Crawl #12 #dungeoncrawl

candles-600pxWelcome to the twelfth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

She heard Jeremy’s retreating footsteps and stayed exactly where she was. It was a lovely place to be, after all. Perhaps not quite as nice as being snuggled up – preferably naked – in bed with him, but still pretty damn fabulous. She let out a happy sigh. Ethan reached up and tugged her hair gently until her face was turned up to his.

‘OK?’ he said, softly.

‘OK.’ She nodded.

‘Good,’ he replied, twisting so they were no longer hugging, but he still had an arm behind her back for support. ‘I’ll take you back upstairs so you can get cleaned up, OK?’

Alice looked at her watch. She had a little over half an hour to compose herself. It would be no easy feat, considering the fact her arse was on fire, and her lips felt so swollen it probably looked as if someone had punched her in the mouth.

‘Come on.’

Alice leant on Ethan more than she strictly needed to, finding comfort in having him so close. She found herself wondering if he was still hard, and what he’d do about it. Would he leave when he’d taken her to her room and go and masturbate? Or would he put up with the frustration until this evening? If it was the latter, she had no idea how he’d have the willpower. Her pussy and clit were still aching for attention, and the moment she was alone she intended to rub herself to a hasty climax before cleaning herself up ready for work.

It soon became clear what Ethan’s intentions were. He followed her into her bedroom and shut the door – which seemed pointless given the only other person currently in the house was Jeremy. Then he twisted her round so she was facing him and leant down to kiss her. His technique was just as delicious as she remembered – passionate, thorough, and perfectly capable of making her knees weak all over again.

Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.